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away The great big bitch dog, that was my master's best beloved, put his head into a pitcher, to like out ſome milk; and when it was in, he could not get it out; And I, to ſave the pitcher, get the batchet, and cut off the dog's head; and then I had to break the pitcher before I got out the head: By this, I lost both the dog and the pitcher. My master hearing of this, ſwore he would cut the head off me; for the poor dog was made useless, and could not ſee to follow any body for want of his eyes! And when I heard of this, I ran away with my own head; for if I had wanted it, I had lost my eyes to then I would not have ſeen the road to Port-Patrick, through Glen-nap; but, by ſhaint Patrick, I came home alive in ſpite of them all. Tom. O rarely done Pady, you behaved like But what is the reaſon that you Iriſh people ſwear always by ſhaint Patrick?--What is he, this ſhaint Patrick? Teag. Arra, dear honey, he was the best ſhaint in the world, the Father of all good people in the kingdom; he has a great kindness for an Iriſhman, when he hears him calling on his name.--He was the firſt that ſow'd the potatoes in Ireland; for he knew it was a bit of good fat groural, it being a gentleman's garden before Noah's flood. Tom. But dear, Pady, is ſhaint Patrick yet. alive, that he hears the Irish people when they ſpeak of his name? Teag. Arra, dear honey, I don't know whether he be dead or alive, but it is a long time